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paradisalogs2014-04-22 05:57 pm
hatesgoodbyes) wrote in paradisalogs2014-04-22 05:57 pm
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It’s red versus red; and blue versus blue
Who: Tex and Meg
What: Confrontation with your killer is not a fun activity
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The Death Match
Rating: Possible violence and harsh language, R to be safe?
She'd waited, hell it wasn't until she could be sure Omega was gone and even then until she was unable to recharge that she came back. She came back crawling, the last of her power used to get her into the town and to that stupid tower where she could power-up again.
But she'd made it, she was back and her mind, her processes were clear again. No hint of the AI infiltrating her thoughts or actions. Tex wasn't his puppet anymore, but that couldn't change what happened. The son of a bitch swept in, had his kicks and left her to carry the burden of it. Killing wasn't something unknown to her, she'd done it enough on missions. Hell her entire Freelance career was based on it, but this had been different.
Not that Meg was an innocent or anything, but there was not reason or need for her to die, Silva just happened to find the perfect weapon for his little revenge fest. And Tex was always so good at carrying out her orders.
With Omega gone she was left to pick up the pieces and face the music. It promised to be a hell of a show.
What: Confrontation with your killer is not a fun activity
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The Death Match
Rating: Possible violence and harsh language, R to be safe?
She'd waited, hell it wasn't until she could be sure Omega was gone and even then until she was unable to recharge that she came back. She came back crawling, the last of her power used to get her into the town and to that stupid tower where she could power-up again.
But she'd made it, she was back and her mind, her processes were clear again. No hint of the AI infiltrating her thoughts or actions. Tex wasn't his puppet anymore, but that couldn't change what happened. The son of a bitch swept in, had his kicks and left her to carry the burden of it. Killing wasn't something unknown to her, she'd done it enough on missions. Hell her entire Freelance career was based on it, but this had been different.
Not that Meg was an innocent or anything, but there was not reason or need for her to die, Silva just happened to find the perfect weapon for his little revenge fest. And Tex was always so good at carrying out her orders.
With Omega gone she was left to pick up the pieces and face the music. It promised to be a hell of a show.